The Forbidden Omega

Chapter Eight: The Effects Of A Mate

I toss and turn in my simple bed above my bakery, sleep escaping me as I think of Soren. Soren, the most perfect Omega. Soren, my true mate. Soren, who belongs to someone else. I feel the hot tears slide down my cheeks as I bury my face into my pillow, my false rut causing an unwanted, unasked for erection. I tentatively grind against my mattress, gasping as I receive friction to soothe the painful levels of arousal coursing through my body.

I crawl out of bed, stepping into a cold shower, trying anything to cure the need. I lean against the tiled walls, my fangs digging into my forearm as it only intensifies. Desperate, I close a hand around myself, as unbidden thoughts of Soren fill my mind. Of Soren's muscled body spread out on my bed, and his silver green eyes dark with desire.

I groan into my arm, the pace of my hand torturously slow. I can't imagine how glorious his scent would be, when it was thick with lust. How he would be when I was aching for touch, craving comfort only my Omega could give. The beauty of his face, as I rock into him, and his gasps of pleasure when I put my mouth over his organ, tasting his addictive essence at the source.

I can almost smell his scent, the floral bouquet of lavender and hibiscus. The overwhelming scent of *Mine.* Soren has no idea how much I love him, how much I want to give him the entire world on a platter, and see to it that his every dream is reality. I would do anything for him, I would fly to the moon and lay Her at his feet, bring him ropes of pearls, piles of moonstones, heaps of every precious thing, just for him to spare me a second glance.

I groan, as my knot begins to slowly swell beneath my palm, my hips now bucking into my hand, f*****g my fist to thoughts of Soren. With a muffled shout, my release splatters the white tiles of my shower walls, and I gasp, the orgasm wrung from my c**k. It feels horrible, this *dirty* residue coating my body, the twisted thoughts of Soren one day being mine covering me like a film.

I let the tears wash my face, as I cut the water, unable to stand the frigid deluge any longer. It won't get me clean from the perversion anyways. Soren wouldn't simply *look* at me, see me for the kind Alpha I wanted to be for him. He remains under the thin haze of Jason, the veil of an abusive lover.

I can only imagine the day he might see me for who I am.

But as of now, he trembled by his Alpha's side, afraid to ask for even basic rights.

And I couldn't find a way to communicate that to my inner wolf, unable to make him understand that Soren wasn't ours. That no matter how badly we have already fallen for him, he has no interest in us. Couldn't simply smell how perfectly we matched. No amount of talk on the planet could convince him to give up his claim.

All I can do is lock my wolf in a tighter cage, as away from my actions as is safe. It's a dangerous thing to do, as dangerous as my wolf dying, with the same consequences. Losing my shift, losing myself, just to save Soren from having to choose between the Alpha he thought he loved, and an Alpha who he has no feelings for, yet was the Alpha the gods had made for him.

It was a price I would willingly pay to let him be happy. I would simply stand by his side, until something sparked in his heart.